[b]URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: GYM[/b]

[color=ed145b]“Oh… I like pain.. It helps with whatever is wrong in my head.”[/color]

Uriel paled slightly and forced out a nervous chuckle. This was something he’d rather avoid delving into during his time in this place. He’d never been the best person to turn to for these sorts of things.

[color=00aeef]“Oh, uhh… I see! Well, if you’re into that sort of- I mean, as long as you don’t hurt yourself beyond repair I guess it’d be fine.”[/color]

Luckily she diverted the topic of the conversation towards the other occupant of the room. The tall, muscular (what was it with the handsome muscular guys in this place?) Hispanic looking guy who had quietly greeted them earlier was bench-pressing. Bench-pressing A LOT. Uriel wasn’t an expert in weight training (he was more of an endurance building guy himself) but he was 80% sure that no teenager should have been able to lift THAT much.

[color=ed145b]“If he continues with this, he’s going to fuck up and kill himself.”[/color]

Uriel nodded, dazed and not at all turned on by the guy’s feat of strength. Uriel returned his attention to his exploration of the gym. The girl had left already, claimed that something was going on outside. Crap, he forgot to get her name. She had yet another accent to add to the list, the list that prompted the question of “Where In The World Is Uriel Atticus?”. But back to the matter at hand. That much weight could not be good for the dude. He was going to speak up when-

[color=Steelblue]"Jesus Christ... I assume you've got super strength?"[/color]

GAH, Muscular Shirtless Guy. Who now [s]unfortunately[/s] had a shirt on. Play it cool, Uriel, get a hold of yourself.

[color=00aeef]“Haha yeah, it’d probably take four of us to spot him properly, amirite?”[/color]

Nice save.